"I didn't know but that your Alumni helped you," said Hart, who knew he used the word correctly.
"Oh, they do, once a college man, always a college man," was the response. "I hope you'll come." He nodded pleasantly, and Walked away toward a group that was seated in a corner.
The manager was acting as whipper-in and was gathering the clan, as it were, preparatory to starting. Hart followed them to the Opera House and bought his ticket from a businesslike young chap, who assumed the position of agent behind the little glass window. When he entered the orchestra circle, he was shown politely to his seat by another of the young men he had recognized as one of the party at table.
Soon the big hall began to fill.
Never in his life had the young deputy sheriff seen so many well dressed people together. There was a chatter and hum of conversation that was confounding; people bowed and nodded to one another, and the young men who were acting as ushers stopped and spoke to many of the girls. Every one appeared to
